| You spun your web back a Sunday or two
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| I ain’t never met nobody
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| Like the likes of you
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| You got me preaching' the news
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| You turned down my road and decided to stay
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| And I took a shine to your hair
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| And your hillbilly ways
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| And how you kiss on my face
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| I got a bone deep feeling'
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| You’re the start of the good ole days
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| Well I still remember
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| You came by my trailer
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| With chicken and some homemade wine
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| The dogs got to barking'
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| When we got the sparkling'
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| We almost set the house on fire
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| Well I got a big heapin' helping'
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| Of the stuff I get a hankering' for
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| But honey your homespun love
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| Just keeps me coming' back for more
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| I like the flamingos you stuck in your yard
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| And I like the notions you stick in my head and my heart
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| Yeah and how you fix on my car
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| Well I reckon I’m lucky you’re everything I need so far |